Raising Evil Spirits

"I...I don't need it, we must at least make sure that one person is awake, otherwise something will happen, so we will come here today, Mengxuejun and rest first, how about tomorrow we will continue? I will test the sword stand. Go and see how their challenges are. They haven't gotten off these days." I smiled bitterly, this Mengxuejun is drinking too much.

As a result, Monarch Mengxue waved his sleeves and made a loud bang, and the door of the cave suddenly fell down, completely isolating the place.

"Don't... If you don't finish composing these nine pieces, you want to leave?" Meng Xuejun stared at me, and this drunken state made me laugh: "Meng Xuejun, even if I drink some wine, I may not be able to actually write Qu Cheng..."

"You drink it, how can you know if you don't try..." Meng Xuejun stood up slowly and wanted to pass the wine to me. Seeing her faltering, I was afraid that she would be overwhelmed with alcohol, so I hurried over to hold her and said: "Well, I drink, you don't have to stand up anymore."

Meng Xuejun hummed and sat back again. I could only take the glass, and then took a sip and tasted it. It turned out that I didn’t know how many years the wine had been aged. Although it was sweet, the bitterness could not be concealed. The taste can be described as complicated.

However, this wine really can nourish the veins. Not only does it make me feel like I am bathed in the sun, the intensity of the veins has directly increased a lot. This is just one sip. If I drink two glasses, it will be difficult for my cultivation base to grow.

I don’t know what the situation in the Daotian of this perjury is, but since the veins already exist here, the influence I feel is of course there. I’m afraid this is the opportunity for the nine veins of my body to hit the Daoist Realm, so I Just drank a whole cup.

As the wine flows through the veins, I feel a touch of warmth all over my body. It seems that this aging does have the effect of promoting the growth of the veins: "Long time, I don't know how long this wine has been aged?"

"I...how do I remember...this should be the first batch that Master Jianjian put in..., uh." When Mengxue finished speaking, he couldn't help but hiccup. It seemed to be true. It's up.

"Good wine is not greedy, Meng Xuejun, I will send you back to rest, tomorrow we will not be too late." I felt a little wrong, this wine can not be drunk like this for her, she is not good at drinking power, completely relying on hard context It's supported, but the fairy wine won't be drunk just because you deliberately resolve it. After all, it will affect the nerves of thinking about things, and then the personnel will be unknown.

"No... Didn't you drink some? Try some more... I don't believe that it can't come out..." Meng Xuejun poured another cup and pushed it down in front of me.

I thought for a while. If you drink too much, you will inevitably get drunkenness if you don’t drink enough. Of course, this drunkenness also varies from person to person. Some people become too talkative, while others are verbose. There are some people who are similar to the taste of Jianjun, but the more they drink, the more calm they are. Of course, look at the Mengxuejun, it is probably the former, so the only solution at this time is to let her drink more, as long as she reaches the level of sleep, then This matter is over.

"I can drink, how about you drink with me?" I took the glass with a smile, poured her a glass by the way, and then lightly touched the glass.

With a drunken smile on Meng Xuejun's face, he said, "Little guy, do you really think I can't...drink?"

"Let's go one?" With a provocative look on my face, Meng Xuejun snorted, then drank the wine, then pushed me to pour the second glass of wine into my throat: "One more glass! I drank so much... …If you arrive later, you will have to fined yourself three drinks..."

I smiled, and now even if I drink three cups, I still make money, so I drank the third cup, and then lied to her to drink more.

As a result, my third cup was poured into my belly, and with a chuckle, Monarch Mengxue fell on the strings.

I shook my head and smiled. I was going to help her get up and take her to Xiaozhu’s boudoir to rest. Only then did I prepare to help her. The sound of thumping came from the guqin copying the sky. She didn’t seem to be drunk, but was lying The piano flicked around.

"Will you... go to dance the sword? I just want to... play a little longer..." Mengxuejun said quietly, and then raised his head. There was a hint of softness in those drunken eyes, which made me think One stayed.

Not to mention that she is usually cold, she is indeed another look at this moment, the tenderness of the little woman's attitude, even if a man with a heart of gold sees it, he can't bear to refuse her.

And she doesn’t usually do this at all, and I don’t even think of begging someone at all, so it's rare for her to beg, so I can only nod and stand up and say, "If you want to persist, then Play one more song, but if you are tired, you can stop anytime..."

Meng Xuejun looked at me with a smile, and murmured a cappella: "At the blooming place on the small Zhubian stone, I used to stay away from Junyi..."

"Drink too much?" I secretly laughed at her infatuation, but I could only bring the sword back to the place where the sword was dancing, and it also resonated with her tune. When my flute sounded, Meng Xuejun also As if looking back suddenly, the sound of the piano and my flute blended together.

I don't know if it was after the exercise that let the wine in my body evaporate. This time facing Mengxue Jun, who was almost obsessive, with the piano and singing voice of continuous love, I suddenly accepted it as if there was no grudge.

I don’t know who she is about to turn me into, or who is thinking of me, at least now I feel that this sword song and dance is very enjoyable, and when I close my eyes and dance with the sword, suddenly As if back to a place that seemed familiar.

The intoxicating sound of the piano, the holiness of the white snow of the mountains, and the pleasure of the wind passing over my face all made me intoxicated for a while. In order to arouse more resonance, I also tried my best to present this set of swordsmanship perfectly.

At this time, our piano sword no longer has the slightest stagnation and hesitation. She showed off her piano sound skills to the utmost. I relentlessly danced the sword to the extreme, and the two sounds cooperated intoxicatingly for a time. perfect!

After the eighth song fell, I still couldn't let go of it for a long time, this slightly drunk but blurred feeling really made me want to stop, let alone the drunk Mengxuejun.

It wasn’t until my shoulders were short that I realized that Monarch Mengxue’s hand had been placed on my shoulder, while the other hand was holding a small pot of wine and placed it on my lips: "Why close your eyes... why? You even dance the sword so well... Don't you also have... lovesickness, can you paint snow for me all day long..."

"Stop drinking, Monarch Mengxue, I am afraid you are wrong, I am not the one you think." I took the wine with a wry smile, but didn't plan to drink it.

Not knowing whether it was deliberate or accidental, when Meng Xuejun opened his hand to me, the whole person fell into my arms.